Pretending...

I wasn't as drunk as I acted, but I was drunk enough to lower my inhibitions. I was so curious about guys, about cock. My friend and I had got some beers that night and the alcohol had only made me even hornier. I may not of ever had the nerve, otherwise.

I don't know if wanted to feel him against me or if I just didn't know what else to do. How else to start something between us? I was nervous, I wondered if he could sense it. The air seemed thick with a tension. Could he sense that, too? I pretended to be so drunk that I fell on top of him.

Gosh, he felt so good under me. Our bodies rubbing, touching. It felt so good to be so close. I had messed around with girls before, but this was something different. It never felt like this! So charged, so electric, so erotic! My lips brushed against his neck. My breath was in his ear. Without even thinking, I had been grinding my pelvis into him. I caught myself and stopped. Suddenly knowing that it was just too much, too forward. But, then why didn't he stop me? Why wasn't he trying to get out from under me?

I put my weight down on him. I could never kiss him, but what if my lips just accidentally brushed against his? That wasn't so gay, right? I put my face against his. My cheek against his cheek. Then, I pulled my face across his and felt his soft lips. I could feel my cock stir. I could feel myself getting hard. I quickly rolled. I could never let him know or let him feel it against him, could I?

Did I pull him on top of me or did he do it on his own? My head was spinning. Was that from the beer? Was that from the possiblites? Now, I felt all his weight on me, instead. I can't really describe how it made me feel. How much of a turn on it was. Just how amazing, how right and how natural it felt. Submissive? Dominated? All the air escaped my lungs. I desire to give in? A sense that I already had?

I didn't know what to do. It was thrilling, but so new, so unknown. My hands were up, hovering next to his sides. I wanted to put them on him, hold him, rub his body, but I knew that it might be too forward. But, why then was he still on top of me? Why was he rubbing on me, grinding on me, pretending to be wrestling me? I had never been more turned on! The thought that he might be feeling the same, even enjoying this, it made me dizzy with lust. My whole body seemed to tingle.

A struggle took place in my brain. "Just do it! Just give in!" I thought. But, If I held him, there could be no going back. Was there a chance that he wanted me to, though? Split seconds seemed like minutes. I let my hands fall to his sides. I moved my hips under him. I held him. I was breathing so hard, now. Then, I realized that he was, too.

I had to try. My body tingled, my brain fizzed and popped. My cock throbbed and ached. Over his back, down his sides and onto his ass, my hands caressed him. Did I hear soft moans? Oh please, let me hear his soft moans!

We just stayed like that, slowly, softly grinding on each other. Edging each other. I had never been more turned on. Nothing had ever felt better. I could feel his erection on me, pushing into me, thrusting. I held him and guided his cock to rub against mine. Even through our jeans, the sensation was euphoric. Embarrassingly, I could feel that I was close to cumming. I wanted him to cum so much, too.

Harder now, we moved, grinding, humping. His breathing, my breathing! Gosh, I was going to cum, afraid that I would cry out. My hands filled with his ass, rubbing, throbbing, our bodies so tense! Our breathing, our grunting. we both moaned, we both came in our jeans!

He just went limp and collapsed on me. I just layed there, lost and spinning. All I could think about was his cock. If he would only take it out, I'd lick all his cum off of it!

I began to realize that he had fallen asleep on me. I thought to myself, had he? Or, was it a way to not acknowledge what had just happened. I was actually grateful for it, I think. How could we deny what had happened? How could we not, though? I just layed under him and held him. If he was pretending, if he wasn't, it didn't matter. I had never felt more complete and spent.

I woke up the next morning to find him next to me. It was a Saturday, no need to rush anywhere. I thought about how good the night before had felt. I thought about sucking his cock. I thought about actually wanting to taste his cum. He was so close. His cum coated cock must look so amazing! How must it taste? I was already getting myself into a frenzy!

"Just go for it!" I thought. I was still drunk, right? It wasn't true, but any excuse I could use, I would. I leaned over and touched him, lightly shook him. He still seemed to be alseep. I just couldn't resist the chance. Slowly, cautiously, I undid the fly on his pants and slipped my hand inside. Feeling his soft cock made my eyes roll back and my mouth water. There was no bigger thrill! Warm, almost rubbery, thick and amazing! All I wanted, all I could think about was getting that sensual cock into my mouth!

Again, the voice in my head said, "Just go for it!" I pulled open his pants, held his cock in my hand again and pointed it at my eager mouth. The instant I felt it on my lips and felt it fill my mouth, I knew that my desires ran deep. Nothing had ever excited me more. Nothing had ever affected me so much. The dried cum that covered it was the ultimate aphrodisiac. My whole body tingled as our cock's became immediately rock hard, in unison. Can someone get rock hard and still stay asleep? Did I want him to be pretending? Did I want him to stop prending, now?

I could hear his sighs. I could feel his muscles become tense. His movements, his breathing, a guy ready to orgasm. A guy lost in pleasure. Two guys, just so lost in pleasure! His cock was so hard in my mouth. So hard, so ready to explode. I felt the well defined ridge of his cock's head on my lips as I slid them up and down his shaft, over and over. My moans uncontrolled, my moans loud, eager to make him cum, eager to receive his load and to taste it. His hips bucked, "Yes, fuck my mouth!" I wanted to scream it!

The sounds of a guy in ecstasy! He twisted and moaned and came so hard! I did not waste a drop. I swallowed his cum, without hesitation. It just felt wrong not to and I was rewarded with a sort of euphoric intoxication. What power his cum had! What addictive, intoxicating power it had over me! I could feel my eyes glass over and my whole body become light. It felt like I was floating.

With his chest still heaving, I layed back down, next to him. I couldn't think straight. A cum induced dizziness. A pleasure unlike any other. I felt his hand reach out and touch me, gentle, caring.

Maybe we both were done with pretending.